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[ assuming that emily is still working at the cabaret club at the end of the day, she will find a lone bottle of wine waiting for her at the bar, long after the eponymous bartender had disappeared. and if she tries to put it back in the cabinets, a fancy-looking red card will fall to the floor, which reads (in pretty dark cursive no less): ]
I heard that it is your birthday today. As for how I came across this information, let's just say that certain people in my clan aren't inclined to keep secrets.
But to celebrate, I have here a wonderful bottle of moscato set aside for you. With a zesty flavor and low alcohol content, I am sure that this is to your very liking. If not, there is always a next time until I can get it right. :)
Once again, happy birthday, Ms. Dyer.
-- Shylock
I heard that it is your birthday today. As for how I came across this information, let's just say that certain people in my clan aren't inclined to keep secrets.
But to celebrate, I have here a wonderful bottle of moscato set aside for you. With a zesty flavor and low alcohol content, I am sure that this is to your very liking. If not, there is always a next time until I can get it right. :)
Once again, happy birthday, Ms. Dyer.
-- Shylock
[okay, getting this bottle and the letter privately means that she can't protest it, downplay a birthday she thought she'd not have. it's a kind gesture, and she'll accept it in the spirit that it's been given. it'll pair nicely with dinner, something to be savored and taken in over a few days.
.
in return, when Shylock comes into work next, there's a note addressed to him in neat cursive, tucked behind the bar in his usual spot.]
Mr. Bennet,
Your thoughtfulness and well wishes are most appreciated. Please know I very much enjoyed your selection, particularly because it was not anything I would have gone and tried myself. It reminds me to be a touch more adventurous when the opportunity arises.
-E.D.
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in return, when Shylock comes into work next, there's a note addressed to him in neat cursive, tucked behind the bar in his usual spot.]
Mr. Bennet,
Your thoughtfulness and well wishes are most appreciated. Please know I very much enjoyed your selection, particularly because it was not anything I would have gone and tried myself. It reminds me to be a touch more adventurous when the opportunity arises.
-E.D.
[ Majima has come for an awkward visit, he's sitting quietly on the edge of her bed with his chin in his hand. There's obviously something on his mind and he'll get to it, it's just uncomfortable. ]
I know ya ain't got much'a your supplies... But think ya could whip up some kind'a antidote to all that shit the Tamamo Clan keeps putting in th'food?
[ His face is a little red. ]
I know ya ain't got much'a your supplies... But think ya could whip up some kind'a antidote to all that shit the Tamamo Clan keeps putting in th'food?
[ His face is a little red. ]
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[her face goes through a mix of emotions, warring between sympathy, wanting to ask questions, and the thoughtful look she gets when she's coming up with a plan that will require multiple careful steps.]
I can certainly try, though I can't guarantee a complete antidote given what's currently possible to get.
[come on, Miss Gyokuto...spill.]
Could you settle for something that would dull it down, if I can't neutralize it completely? More along the concept of being able to restrain any urges, just until I get supplies strong enough to counter it.
[if she uses the idea behind the one formula that worked to clear the mind...though it would require a more physical base...]
I can certainly try, though I can't guarantee a complete antidote given what's currently possible to get.
[come on, Miss Gyokuto...spill.]
Could you settle for something that would dull it down, if I can't neutralize it completely? More along the concept of being able to restrain any urges, just until I get supplies strong enough to counter it.
[if she uses the idea behind the one formula that worked to clear the mind...though it would require a more physical base...]
[ He fidgets. ]
Yeah, it's...
[ Hhhh. How does he explain this. He really doesn't have much of a libido because of his relentless and unending depression. To suddenly get shunted into that mindset when he hasn't gone through his normal processing is... too much. He doesn't like it. ]
Makes me nervous.
[ Vulnerable. ]
Yeah, it's...
[ Hhhh. How does he explain this. He really doesn't have much of a libido because of his relentless and unending depression. To suddenly get shunted into that mindset when he hasn't gone through his normal processing is... too much. He doesn't like it. ]
Makes me nervous.
[ Vulnerable. ]
[coming to sit next to him, she puts her hand over his.]
I'll sort something out. I might need to take a few days off of work to lock myself up and do it, but I'll get something made. In the meantime, just be cautious about who makes your food and drink.
[this won't be for public distribution. but she has enough people who owe her a favor that she can send to retrieve items and collect enough of what she needs for makeshift work so that he can have a placeholder. again, she finds herself wishing she had her full breadth of supplies back.]
That said, you know you're always welcome here. For peace and quiet, to wait out any altered effects...anything.
[she's going to see if she can't get a copy of her key, in the midst of everything. ostensibly, as a spare - really to press into certain people's hands as an escape.]
I'll sort something out. I might need to take a few days off of work to lock myself up and do it, but I'll get something made. In the meantime, just be cautious about who makes your food and drink.
[this won't be for public distribution. but she has enough people who owe her a favor that she can send to retrieve items and collect enough of what she needs for makeshift work so that he can have a placeholder. again, she finds herself wishing she had her full breadth of supplies back.]
That said, you know you're always welcome here. For peace and quiet, to wait out any altered effects...anything.
[she's going to see if she can't get a copy of her key, in the midst of everything. ostensibly, as a spare - really to press into certain people's hands as an escape.]
[ His face turns a little bit more red. Feels weird that he pretty much ended up asking her to use herself as a guinea pig. That's... Fuck. He rubs the back of his neck uncertainly. Which is worse, awkwardly jumping his boyfriend or awkwardly lusting after his girlfriend. He should be better at this kind of thing, not like he didn't come up in a town like this. It gets complicated when there are unfamiliar and uncertain emotions involved. When you're wading through trauma you don't know how to resolve. His face is going to catch on fire, this sucks. ]
...probably better here than around all th'Shutens.
[ They're a type, a lot of them with low impulse control. God. Fucking awkward. When his own control gets low, he wants things that scare him and he dreads what it would feel like when he got his right mind back. He makes a low grumbling noise, head sinking. ]
...probably better here than around all th'Shutens.
[ They're a type, a lot of them with low impulse control. God. Fucking awkward. When his own control gets low, he wants things that scare him and he dreads what it would feel like when he got his right mind back. He makes a low grumbling noise, head sinking. ]
[it's awkward, but it's better than being mindcontrolled into violence. she's a doctor, she's faced worse than this. and nothing says in those times that she has to stay near if her presence is too much - just that this apartment can be a safe harbor for him, closed off from the outside world, the same way her last one was.]
...Breathe, Goro.
[a request, not an order. he doesn't have to bear the world on his shoulders. he's going to make it through, and there will be ways to help. if he feels exposed, cut open, then there will be ways to cover it until he's recovered, shields in place. things held back, until he can relax again.]
...Breathe, Goro.
[a request, not an order. he doesn't have to bear the world on his shoulders. he's going to make it through, and there will be ways to help. if he feels exposed, cut open, then there will be ways to cover it until he's recovered, shields in place. things held back, until he can relax again.]
Don't know what th'fuck's wrong with me.
[ He kind of does, but it's not something he would put into words. Too much toxic masculine bullshit to be able to clearly articulate what Sagawa's particular brand of abuse did to his head. It was so much softer than the overt torture that he's scrambled in feelings about it. He hated that man. He let Sagawa know that, but Sagawa was also his safe haven from going back to the hole. Threatening friendship, with the constant reassurance that he wouldn't have to hurt Majima if he'd just be good. Wires crossed between affection and violence, his sense of what he deserved undermined. He would have tolerated anything to get home, spirit breaking.
What's he going to tolerate drugged up on aphro. That's the key point. ]
[ He kind of does, but it's not something he would put into words. Too much toxic masculine bullshit to be able to clearly articulate what Sagawa's particular brand of abuse did to his head. It was so much softer than the overt torture that he's scrambled in feelings about it. He hated that man. He let Sagawa know that, but Sagawa was also his safe haven from going back to the hole. Threatening friendship, with the constant reassurance that he wouldn't have to hurt Majima if he'd just be good. Wires crossed between affection and violence, his sense of what he deserved undermined. He would have tolerated anything to get home, spirit breaking.
What's he going to tolerate drugged up on aphro. That's the key point. ]
[shifting, her hand presses down a little more on his - squeezing it, really, to give him presence deliberately. heaven knows she's not trained in the intricacies of the mind, but she doesn't need to be in order to sit and listen. part of her wishes she could take herself, wrap him up and give him somewhere warm to be, but another part understands pride, that there's enough in the idea of what he has to be that to have him here at all is a gift.]
That's all right.
[uncertainty isn't the horror people make it out to be. and Emily wakes enough in the night that she knows things don't let go easy. if it's not the law she flees in her dreams, it's the hunters, dying a thousand ways that she has before. it had dulled her down to the idea of losing her own life, of risking herself, because you always came back. you always could be repaired.
it all has to be relearned. step by step. things hurt, and slowly mend. time, patience, attention, care. as much as he wants to take some of her burdens, her pain, she wants to take on some of his. there's room enough, and she won't think he's any lesser for it.
we'll manage.]
That's all right.
[uncertainty isn't the horror people make it out to be. and Emily wakes enough in the night that she knows things don't let go easy. if it's not the law she flees in her dreams, it's the hunters, dying a thousand ways that she has before. it had dulled her down to the idea of losing her own life, of risking herself, because you always came back. you always could be repaired.
it all has to be relearned. step by step. things hurt, and slowly mend. time, patience, attention, care. as much as he wants to take some of her burdens, her pain, she wants to take on some of his. there's room enough, and she won't think he's any lesser for it.
we'll manage.]
[ After a moment he puts his other hand down over hers and squeezes it back. He's looking off at nothing in particular. When the mirror spirits had taken him and Yuya under the lake, there'd been nothing to do but stare it all in the face. Because when he closed his eyes and tried to forget, they would just sink. He'd hated Yuya having to watch that shit. He hates the idea of trying to put it into words in front of Emily now, never quite gets around to saying to Izo either. He's just broken, and he had been in Sotenbori ignoring it, thinking he would get back to Kamurocho and pick up where he left off.
Where is he going now though? He'll never be what he was again with Chijoku and he doesn't really believe he'll ever leave this place. He didn't ask to. He just asked them to save Makoto. He'll work himself like a dog for that too, sacrificing himself for the freedom of others. ]
Just wanna be myself again.
[ But he doesn't even know what that means anymore. ]
Where is he going now though? He'll never be what he was again with Chijoku and he doesn't really believe he'll ever leave this place. He didn't ask to. He just asked them to save Makoto. He'll work himself like a dog for that too, sacrificing himself for the freedom of others. ]
Just wanna be myself again.
[ But he doesn't even know what that means anymore. ]
[there are times for reassuring words and times for silence, to acknowledge how hard it is to voice these things at all. she doesn't push - she meets him where he is, with the way words sometimes feel like swallowing embers, scorching on the way down. you can't say them all - nor would you push to find them. in Hakagemachi, she'd kept herself so busy to avoid the shaking, crushing sensation of trying to sort out the now. running and running and running, but never slowing down. if she kept running, she'd not have to look at everything behind.
■■■■■ is dead. she has to be. the her now is her murderer, and that death was never mourned, nor regretted. never was even when Hibiki came into the picture, melded now so tightly that separation is impossible. ■■■■■ is dead. that name, that woman, she'll never be her again.
feathers whisper as they move, as one of her wings extends to lay across his shoulders, the closest thing she can get to an embrace without moving her hands away.]
■■■■■ is dead. she has to be. the her now is her murderer, and that death was never mourned, nor regretted. never was even when Hibiki came into the picture, melded now so tightly that separation is impossible. ■■■■■ is dead. that name, that woman, she'll never be her again.
feathers whisper as they move, as one of her wings extends to lay across his shoulders, the closest thing she can get to an embrace without moving her hands away.]
[ It is hard to say, and her understanding silence helps cool the heat of it. So he says a little more, because he can and because it hurts and most of the time it hurts worse because he's standing in a crowd of people who look at him like he's just another guy when he's actually tatters. ]
I was... fearless an' stupid. I had Saejima, nothin' could stop us... we were gonna climb all th'way to the top, or die tryin'. Now he's sittin' in jail for twenty-five years an' I'm... banished. Banished all th'way to Hell.
[ He does breathe, a big shaking inhale. ]
Everybody keeps tellin' me I can earn somethin' back. If I just put my head down an' work hard enough for 'em. They're all lyin' to me. There's no goin' back.
I was... fearless an' stupid. I had Saejima, nothin' could stop us... we were gonna climb all th'way to the top, or die tryin'. Now he's sittin' in jail for twenty-five years an' I'm... banished. Banished all th'way to Hell.
[ He does breathe, a big shaking inhale. ]
Everybody keeps tellin' me I can earn somethin' back. If I just put my head down an' work hard enough for 'em. They're all lyin' to me. There's no goin' back.
[here, he doesn't have to be intact. doesn't have to sew himself up with lies and cigarettes to get through, he can be tattered and piecemeal and hidden under her wings so no one he doesn't want to see it will. this information is trust, she knows, so she puts it in the space of her heart where things don't get out, to keep it true.
to only be able to hope that someone you care for is alright. to be so far removed there's nothing to link you. and then the same promise, which might have rung true in the last world but loses its shine now. it's a lot to take in, to hold. Emily can't lie to him and say this time is different without proof of that. there's no promises, only wishes. and wishes didn't give you something to keep warm enough at night with.
when she does finally speak, her voice is soft enough that it doesn't cut harshly through the quiet.]
...If you had your choice of it, what would you do? What do you want?
[what, then, becomes the future, when the supposed image is nothing more than a large illusion? what can he make of it?
whatever he chooses, she'll help how she can. even if that's just sitting beside him while he tries to untangle the mire in his head.]
to only be able to hope that someone you care for is alright. to be so far removed there's nothing to link you. and then the same promise, which might have rung true in the last world but loses its shine now. it's a lot to take in, to hold. Emily can't lie to him and say this time is different without proof of that. there's no promises, only wishes. and wishes didn't give you something to keep warm enough at night with.
when she does finally speak, her voice is soft enough that it doesn't cut harshly through the quiet.]
...If you had your choice of it, what would you do? What do you want?
[what, then, becomes the future, when the supposed image is nothing more than a large illusion? what can he make of it?
whatever he chooses, she'll help how she can. even if that's just sitting beside him while he tries to untangle the mire in his head.]
[ He makes a soft noise. There's nothing he wants. There are only the obligations that he has. The people he's betrayed and let down. Saejima he can accept, in a certain way. His kyodai had indeed done the crime and knew he would be jailed, and Majima will be in Hell in penance for not being there with him. That part feels right. He'll work his contract to save Makoto.
What else is there besides just waiting to die. He has always been ready to die, that's the gokudo. When he was stupid and fearless, he at least wanted to die in infamy. He doesn't feel that way now.
So he just doesn't answer her. There's nothing and his silence is heavy, telling. ]
What else is there besides just waiting to die. He has always been ready to die, that's the gokudo. When he was stupid and fearless, he at least wanted to die in infamy. He doesn't feel that way now.
So he just doesn't answer her. There's nothing and his silence is heavy, telling. ]
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[she lets the silence descend on them, soft as snow, her wing around his shoulders. and once it's stretched, and it's clear nothing else is forthcoming, she takes a deep breath, slow and quiet.]
When the answer comes to you, I'll be happy to know it, and to help you achieve it. No matter how long it takes.
[lifting their joined hands, she kisses the back of his, like sealing a vow. the promise of patience, of growing. of life, stubborn as it is, persisting. there's not nothing. there is a way out - even in Hell, she has to cling to it, or nothing will matter, when the relief of being out of the labyrinth fades.
for now, they have today, and the small mercy that nothing is trying to kill them.]
When the answer comes to you, I'll be happy to know it, and to help you achieve it. No matter how long it takes.
[lifting their joined hands, she kisses the back of his, like sealing a vow. the promise of patience, of growing. of life, stubborn as it is, persisting. there's not nothing. there is a way out - even in Hell, she has to cling to it, or nothing will matter, when the relief of being out of the labyrinth fades.
for now, they have today, and the small mercy that nothing is trying to kill them.]
[ He leans in close to her cheek, wanting to kiss her for real as her lips leaves his hand. A slow motion, gentle and searching. He's not surprised by her gesture, they had extended the same to her when she expressed her guilt and hurt to them. But he is touched by it every time, that someone will accept such a worthless heap of wounds; tortured and broken. ]
[for all he thinks so little of himself, she still sees him as a person, not fully his mistakes and his injuries of all sorts. it doesn't mean he isn't Goro - whoever that person ends up being, leaving his own mark on the world as much as it does him. if he can forgive her for the highest crime that healing hands can do, how couldn't she accept him, scars and all? how could she judge? kissing him back, Emily doesn't hurry it along - they'll take as much time as they need, and she savors it for what it is on its own.]
[ He still squeezes her hand between them, holding on to her because she's an anchor where a lot of other comfort has been stripped away. ]
Love ya, Em.
[ Promised with such gentleness. He does his best to pretend otherwise, but he's so soft and passionate inside. He never deserved what was done to him and it didn't really change that part of him either. Makoto woke it back up, and now it thrives to show tenderness to others. He extracts a hand and cups as hand along her ear as he kisses her. ]
Love ya, Em.
[ Promised with such gentleness. He does his best to pretend otherwise, but he's so soft and passionate inside. He never deserved what was done to him and it didn't really change that part of him either. Makoto woke it back up, and now it thrives to show tenderness to others. He extracts a hand and cups as hand along her ear as he kisses her. ]
[the word's enough to make her still, but not in the sense of rejection. just surprise, that he'd be the first to say it - to give it life, and let it stand. it warms her, gives her happiness that's true and lasts. thinking back on this will be enough to keep her smiling whenever she does.
they kiss, and when Emily can stand to pull back a little to reply, her voice is hushed enough that the words will only be for him, not even the rest of the room.]
...and I love you, Goro.
[the wing that's been encircling him brushes his back, the same way an embrace might tighten that much more. surely, he knows, but it's another thing to say it aloud.]
they kiss, and when Emily can stand to pull back a little to reply, her voice is hushed enough that the words will only be for him, not even the rest of the room.]
...and I love you, Goro.
[the wing that's been encircling him brushes his back, the same way an embrace might tighten that much more. surely, he knows, but it's another thing to say it aloud.]
Edited 2022-03-24 08:49 (UTC)
[ His breath stutters a little. It's one thing for him to say it, another thing for it to be returned. He feels so entirely unworthy of it that it almost stings with its intensity. He's missed being loved. Missed Saejima and Yasuko so much that it makes him ill.
He brings her closer to him, touching her wings with slow ruffling fingers. He's looked it up, about the wings, each feather has its own set of nerves and they're actually quite sensitive when you run your fingers through them. Not as chaste of a gesture as it seems. ]
That all right?
He brings her closer to him, touching her wings with slow ruffling fingers. He's looked it up, about the wings, each feather has its own set of nerves and they're actually quite sensitive when you run your fingers through them. Not as chaste of a gesture as it seems. ]
That all right?
[this close, he can hear her intake of breath, and the sensation catches her a little off guard. she's been the only one to touch her own wings, for preening and care, and she hadn't expected how immediate the difference would be in another way, under someone else's hands. still, she likes it, almost too much so.]
Yes. It's fine.
[she doesn't think he'd ask if he wasn't aware of what he was doing, but she'd like to give him permission to continue. one hand comes to rest on his chest, eyes flicking up to make sure that this is alright. Emily knows enough to check in, to pay attention to his cues, and if something is amiss, she'll back down.]
Yes. It's fine.
[she doesn't think he'd ask if he wasn't aware of what he was doing, but she'd like to give him permission to continue. one hand comes to rest on his chest, eyes flicking up to make sure that this is alright. Emily knows enough to check in, to pay attention to his cues, and if something is amiss, she'll back down.]
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[ He nods quietly at the unspoken question. What really gets in his head are hands pawing at him, touches to his face, hands in his hair. He'd let Izo put his hands in his hair while he was drugged and he's still not quite sure how he feels. Does it show him that nothing will happen? Or does it highlight the uncomfortable truth that he wants some of the things he fears because he was manipulated and groomed for it.
Maybe he should cut his hair, but he has this feeling like he doesn't want to until Saejima is out of jail. If that's on hold indefinitely, then he'll just have to wear it long. His fingers continue to stir distractedly before his good eye flicks back up. ]
This place scares me, yanno. Like it's too normal t'be true.
[ Like the ugly shit is waiting just out of sight for him to get too comfortable. Like Shimano is going to walk down the street one day and sneer at him. ]
Maybe he should cut his hair, but he has this feeling like he doesn't want to until Saejima is out of jail. If that's on hold indefinitely, then he'll just have to wear it long. His fingers continue to stir distractedly before his good eye flicks back up. ]
This place scares me, yanno. Like it's too normal t'be true.
[ Like the ugly shit is waiting just out of sight for him to get too comfortable. Like Shimano is going to walk down the street one day and sneer at him. ]
Edited (whitespace my nemesis) 2022-03-28 23:31 (UTC)
[she can avoid the things that'll unnerve him, make anything she touches obvious, known instead of just grabbing. all she needs is to put a little thought into it, and it'll be fine.
Emily leans in a little closer, to more securely tuck herself against him. at this point, she's practically in his lap, though that said, she makes herself focus on his words instead of getting too wrapped up in sensation. answers first and foremost.]
It's the calm before the storm. It can't hide its true colors forever.
[this can't be hell, and be devoid of what might make it somewhere you don't want to be. it can't simply be a future city with devils like what they know. hell is somewhere darker, and deeper. it's this, or they're just both too ready for worse to accept anything better.]
And when it does, we'll adapt.
[we. not him left to flounder and find his footing on his own. he has a fallback now - he's not left to smoke in his room alone, waiting for the next sunrise.]
Emily leans in a little closer, to more securely tuck herself against him. at this point, she's practically in his lap, though that said, she makes herself focus on his words instead of getting too wrapped up in sensation. answers first and foremost.]
It's the calm before the storm. It can't hide its true colors forever.
[this can't be hell, and be devoid of what might make it somewhere you don't want to be. it can't simply be a future city with devils like what they know. hell is somewhere darker, and deeper. it's this, or they're just both too ready for worse to accept anything better.]
And when it does, we'll adapt.
[we. not him left to flounder and find his footing on his own. he has a fallback now - he's not left to smoke in his room alone, waiting for the next sunrise.]
[ He scoops her to rest of the way across his legs, hand resting lightly across her shins as he rests his nose against her temple. He's adapted a lot. Every time, he's reconfigured himself to suit the situation: learned how to calmly accept torture, learned how to duck his head and mouth 'Yes, Sagawa-han', learned how to be Lord of the Night and run the cabaret club, learned how to accept the snake. The rules keep changing and now they want him to just quietly return to the yakuza he hasn't been in years? He feels like he's holding handfuls of broken stained glass. He could make anything he wants out of them, except the original picture.
He doesn't know who he is or what he wants; aside from Izo and Emily. He wants them. He toys with her stockings before turning in and kissing her more deeply. Knowing that they need him and rely on him is the only anchor in the world and all he wants is to please them and make their worlds better. ]
He doesn't know who he is or what he wants; aside from Izo and Emily. He wants them. He toys with her stockings before turning in and kissing her more deeply. Knowing that they need him and rely on him is the only anchor in the world and all he wants is to please them and make their worlds better. ]
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